Post by el on Feb 5, 2012 14:27:28 GMT -5
ELLIOTSAXONMCCRAE !
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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE
[/color]OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
nicknames: Saxon, El
age: Twenty-Seven
gender: Male
role: American History Teacher at Jacksonville Prep
sexuality: Heterosexual
played by: the ever amazing Zachary Quinto![/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
So, beside general things about him, he has slightly hunched shoulders, his posture never was his strong suit. He has sorta big feet, that sometimes get in his way, but mostly he's learned to step over them. While having bad posture, he has broad shoulders, and he is fairly easy to spot in crowd, which could be good or bad, he really hasn't decided yet. He keeps his hair in his face some days, and other days he'll spike it, or slick it back, it really depends on what he's feeling when he wakes up in the morning.
Lastly, his clothes. At work, he is always dressed nicely; suits and all that, off shoots of nicely dressed men in magazines, maybe not like tuxedo nice, but nice for sure. Outside school, he enjoys jeans and band shirts. Music is very important to him, or he sometimes wears flannel, it really just depends on how he feels that day as well, much like the style of his hair.
personality: He comes off as a little bit stiff, somewhat reserved, but Saxon is very easy going, and loves speaking to people. He doesn’t really mean to be a poop, but sometimes he can be, he’s a teacher, it comes with the job description. He wants to be his students friend, but at times, it’s not something that’s required when you enter his room though, all he demands is respect. Once you can respect him, you can expect the same. He has high standards for his students, and he won’t ever stand for less than that. He knows he can seem hard to please, but a good effort doesn’t go unnoticed.
He doesn’t like kids, or people at all, who feel they are entitled. No one is, you need to learn to work for yourself, no one else cares who you are in most places. He could have cared less who you are, who you think you are, or who you aren’t; he tries his best to treat everyone equally. He will tear you down though, if you are tearing someone else down. He doesn’t stand for bullying, and he will put a stop to it. He doesn’t deal with things well if someone else, especially one of his students, is at risk. He’s taken classes in self-defense, but he doesn’t really ever want to have to use them, he took them with the idea of some sort of incident at a school he worked in, something like that would have hurt him greatly, or knowing something was potentially going to happen due to threats. He didn’t ever want to have to think of kids being mean to each other to that point, or someone being so hopeless when he hadn’t done enough to help.
likes:
-Star Trek
-History
-The American Civil War
-Dancing
-Reading
-Smiling
-Teaching
-Public speaking
-Kids
-Respect
-Loud music
-Being outside
-Driving
dislikes:
-Ignorance
-Anger
-Rude kids
-Misbehavior
-Lemonade
-Art museums
-Being still
-Lecturing without interaction
-Giving tests
-Screaming at kids/Having to discipline students
strengths:
-Charismatic
-Friendly
-Approachable
-Easy to relate to
-Intelligent
weaknesses:
-A good book
-Nice looking women
-Hard on himself
-Can be judgmental if a bad first impression is made
-Small animals
-Star Trek
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
father: Douglas McCrae
siblings: None.
significant other (s): Single.
pets: Lawrance, his yellow lab.
hometown: Charleston, South Carolina.
brief history: doesn't have to be a ton but give us a little background![/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT
[/B][/color]ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
other characters here: Laz Voclain!
best way to reach you: PM
RP sample:
Right now? He was chilling between classes. He’d just been in class, and he couldn’t really fathom going to another one on a day like this. He had the fidgets hardcore today, and on these days, he couldn’t be kept inside for anything. Some people might have thought he was on speed or something on days like this, but he really wasn’t. He just had a ton of energy. He always had been a person with a lot of stamina. He was hard to follow sometimes. Some people say people from the south spoke slowly, he certainly didn’t. He talked a million miles a minutes, and days like this were normal fast speech on steroids. He rolled his shoulders, cracked his back, then cracked each finger at least once. He rolled his toes in his oversized shoes and he cracked them as well. He acted as though he were about to run a marathon, he was really just about to do math homework and check his facebook, nothing special there.
He drummed his fingers against the textbook. He looked at the page, and nothing registered in his mind, he was just looking at the page, he wasn’t reading. He pulled his pen towards his mouth, and he began to chew on the end. The blue writing pen dangled from his lips as he looked up to look around the room. He swallowed, in general; not the pen cuz you aren’t supposed to eat those, and he sighed as well. He opened his mouth too wide, and his pen fell from his lips. He watched it fall back to the book, and he watched it roll. He brought his hand up, and caught it as it made its way towards the floor. He smiled, and he wiped the end off from where his spit had been.
He placed the pen on top of his lips, and pushed them up to hold it under his nose. He moved his hand away and went back to looking at the book; all the while keeping his pen in place with his lips and nose. He actually tried to read a problem this time, mumbling to himself as he did, ”If A is 34 feet, and B is unknown, how can you find the distance of C?” He stopped for a second; he hadn’t ever been good at math. He was never sure if he read the problems right, but it never seemed right to him. He liked science, but he was not a math person. He liked English too, and history, and PE and anything but math. ”I can’t do this. I quit. I’m going to join the circus, I don’t need this.” He closed his book, ”I’ll be a lion tamer. No math needed there.” He smiled to himself, and he pulled the pen from the place it had fallen to when he started talking to himself. He lifted the pen, and began doodling on the cover of his math book.
He didn't know if anyone else was in the room, he didn't even care. He did hope he wasn't bothering anyone though, he didn't like to be a pest.
He drummed his fingers against the textbook. He looked at the page, and nothing registered in his mind, he was just looking at the page, he wasn’t reading. He pulled his pen towards his mouth, and he began to chew on the end. The blue writing pen dangled from his lips as he looked up to look around the room. He swallowed, in general; not the pen cuz you aren’t supposed to eat those, and he sighed as well. He opened his mouth too wide, and his pen fell from his lips. He watched it fall back to the book, and he watched it roll. He brought his hand up, and caught it as it made its way towards the floor. He smiled, and he wiped the end off from where his spit had been.
He placed the pen on top of his lips, and pushed them up to hold it under his nose. He moved his hand away and went back to looking at the book; all the while keeping his pen in place with his lips and nose. He actually tried to read a problem this time, mumbling to himself as he did, ”If A is 34 feet, and B is unknown, how can you find the distance of C?” He stopped for a second; he hadn’t ever been good at math. He was never sure if he read the problems right, but it never seemed right to him. He liked science, but he was not a math person. He liked English too, and history, and PE and anything but math. ”I can’t do this. I quit. I’m going to join the circus, I don’t need this.” He closed his book, ”I’ll be a lion tamer. No math needed there.” He smiled to himself, and he pulled the pen from the place it had fallen to when he started talking to himself. He lifted the pen, and began doodling on the cover of his math book.
He didn't know if anyone else was in the room, he didn't even care. He did hope he wasn't bothering anyone though, he didn't like to be a pest.
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